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All the time. Hal, known as Phoenix, was the best at what he did. That added a great amount of pride to everything he did, but it also meant that his skill set was in extremely high demand. He wasn't only skilled with weapons, hand-to-hand combat, and the other, more violent side of his work, even though he was a formidable opponent on any playing field. He wasn't just a skilled person reader, actor, and commander. He was a perfect mix of all the above. With an extremely bland face, and body type that would mix into any place in the world, barring the Orient. The only small tell was the fact that he didn't need padding to fill in the shoulders of the expensive suits he wore.
So, when he was finished with a cash deal that had left him drained, and all of a sudden, he was called in on a possibly rouge agent. He sighed. His mind needed a relax period. The agent was undoubtedly good: None of them ever made it to the field otherwise. And he would have to command a search and seize, and the whole nine yards. He was just too mentally exhausted.
Until he got a call. She had stumbled into a pharmacy, breaking in. A rookie mistake. How had she ever made it to the field anyway? Okay, he spun his car around, and made for the pharmacy. He stepped in close. She seemed to be looking for medicine, obviously. He popped one bullet through the window, changed his angle, and popped another one. Hopefully, she would think that there was more than one agent onto her, and would surrender.
Yeah, hope was a bad thing to count on. She stumbled out of the other side of the building, moving at a good rate, but not going anywhere, as she seemed like she would drop at any minute. He knelt down when he got a clear shot, and pulled the trigger twice. One landed, he supposed, since she stumbled and fell. Or not. She slid into a nearby riverbank. He looked down at her. It was not a smart move. He could pin her here until reinforcements could arrive at the other side. Of course, nothing she had done so far had indicated very good presence of mind. He dropped down beside her, ready to take this to a close up fight.
Nothing. He looked at at her, on the ground her eyes shut. She showed every sign of exhaustion. She was bleeding from... well, everywhere. He picked her up, and negotiated his way back up, and to his car. He reached his car, and laid her down beside it. He had a first aid kit inside. It was general knowledge that one shouldn't call an ambulance unless all other options had been dried out. He pulled a cloth, dipped some iodine on it, and began doing a rough cleaning of her wounds, removing pebbles and mud.
